It's Not My Fault
School is probably one of the most boring things on the planet. You sit in the same place for hours at a time, while some teacher lectures you about stuff you couldn’t care less about. They get mad at you for the smallest things, even when you can’t control them. I mean, it’s not my fault my friend was whispering to me during the test. So why are you sending me to the office when I didn’t say a word back? And another thing about school is that they make the lessons so incredibly boring and then get mad at YOU for falling asleep during them. For example, today my teacher was teaching us about the Periodic Table of Elements. It was so boring, and her monotonous voice kind of put me to sleep. Next thing I know, I hear my name being shouted across the room. I thought I was dreaming at first, but then everything came into focus. My teacher was standing next to her desk giving me the death glare, while everyone stared at me. The smiles that were spreading across their faces made me want to put a bag over my head. The teacher slowly walked toward my desk, making sure her heels were the loudest things in the room. No one laughed yet, no one dared breath. Afraid they’ll miss something. After an excruciatingly long wait for my teacher to finally reach my desk. She bent down so that her eyes were staring into my soul. “Go. To. The office.” She stood up and crossed her arms. I took that as a sign to leave the room. As I left the room I could hear my teacher going into a lecture about how you “don’t want to be like her.” Great, just great.